I took it and and looked at it. There are a lot of messages from "Channie-Hyung". I looked down at the sleeping beauty and decided it's not the right time to wake him up. So I skipped through the messages of him, a group called "parental abuse" and another chat with someone called "beautyful". The missed calls came from Channie or someone called shortie.

The messages mostly consist of:

"Where are you?"

"Are you okay?"

"Can you come backstage?"

And worried messages.

I decided to answer Channie, as he seems to be the most trustful of them.

Chat with Channie-Hyung

Me
"Hey, some dude called Jisung here. Minho is asleep with me, we met at the start of the concert. I would offer bringing him backstage, but the guards probably won't let me in."
01:23

Channie-Hyung
typing...
01:24

Channie-Hyung
typing...
01:27

Channie-Hyung
typing...
01:29

Channie-Hyung
"Nvm, where are you?"
01:30

Oh man, how I hate people like that! Typing 7 freakin minutes just for this. I wanted to bang my head against the wall. How old is this guy! I feel like for Minho it would fit more calling him uncle. Just sound nice, Jisung!

Me
"Man, sound weird, ik. Third stall on the men toilet. Meet ya in a few..."
01:31

Channie-Hyung
typing...
01:32

Channie-Hyung
typing...
01:34

"Oh, nahhh! Not gonna do that again.", I said, placing the phone to my side.

The screen lights up once again with a small "Ok" from Channie-Hyung.

A few minutes later avoice echoed through the surprisingly empty toilet. Two voices to be exact. One of them has an accent I can't place.

He questions: "Jisung?"

"Door is open."

He opens the door to or stall and damn he is handsome! I look to his side, there stands a buff man who... well let's say he must be shortie than..,

I look at the first one.

"So you are Channie-Hyung?", I asked, putting the name in quotation marks.

He nods.

"I don't like you.", I said bluntly.

"I don't like you either.", the man answers nodding at our crotches. I look down, they are still wet and well, if you aren't too young, you should understand what happened. I smirked looking back.

"Why? Jealous?"

The buff shortie laughs roughly, while Channie, whose real name I still don't know looks mad. He ignores my question and lifts Minho up, who is fast to snuggle into the foreigner's chest. Jealousy drips like poison through my chest, lacing it with a sticky net of bad feelings.

"Hey, Jisung, right?"

I look up.

"Yeah... and you? I think Minho saved you shortie..."

"This mean witch!", the other man hisses. "My name is Changbin, do you want to come with us?", he asks, offering me a hand.

"Uhm, sure, thanks..."

He drags me up. I fall into his chest. Wow, he is really strong. His scent is manly and I am sure would he be a bit stronger, the girls would be all over him... we walked out of the cabinet, getting weird glances from the other men. I just stick out my tongue and grin at them.